Page 67 of Web of Lies

I lick my lips, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. “And me?” I whisper. “Is it like before?”

He raises his head back up slowly, moisture collecting in his eyes. “Worse,” he whispers, “If we couldn’t save her, how are we supposed to live with this?” He shakes his head, cupping my face with both his hands.

“I can handle myself,” I whisper as a laugh erupts from behind me.

“That’s fucking rich. Handle yourself? You got your ass kicked by Hadley in the fucking hallway while she scribbled bullshit onto your forehead. Handle yourself? You’re fucking joking, right?” Seger scoffs, tossing our dinner onto the coffee table in front of the leather sofa.

I glower at him, tightening my face. “I have my ways,” I hiss, advancing on him.

“Like fucking what? Stealing a fucking psychopath’s cell phone?” Seger crosses his arms across his chest, advancing on me, too. He towers over me, staring me down with the nastiest look he can conjure.

I pout. “Among other things. I stole his wallet and his keys.” I shrug, but Seger scoffs at me, waving a hand.

“And you’re fucking lucky, you short little shit, that he didn’t murder you on the God damn spot! If you’re not careful, you’re going to get yourself fucking killed, and I won’t stand for it!” He yells in my face, his spit flying everywhere.

“You can’t take Carter on, Kaycee. We’re serious. He’s dangerous,” Zepp says directly behind me, using a soothing voice to break up the tension radiating off Seger.

“I know, I know he’s dangerous! He held my head underwater. I’ve lived through it. But you know what? He’s the only person in this place to give me answers!” I shout right back, letting every frustration bubble to the surface.

“And why the fuck do you need answers?” Seger growls, getting in my face. “Why do you have to come here and stir shit up? Why can’t you go through school and live!” He screams at me, pulling at his hair.

“Because my best friend was fucking murdered, and someone at this damn school is responsible! I will find them!” I yell out of breath, and then stop.

Oh fuck. Oh no. There it is. I spilled my guts without meaning to, letting my stupid tongue work faster than my brain. They are suspects, no matter how well they act. They still could have been responsible for her murder. Or not. The more I get to know them, the more I feel like they’re innocent.

I swallow hard, slipping out from between them. “I gotta go,” I yell, breaking out into a run towards the front door.

But my wonder twins are by far faster than me. Damn it. Cardio is officially on the table now.

Zepp grabs me around the waist, hoisting me off the floor. Seger comes to rest in front of me, eyes wide with concern sparking through them. “What are you saying?” he whispers as I fall limp in Zepp’s arms.

I lean my head back onto his shoulder, forcing my eyes up toward the ceiling. “Kaycee,” Zepp pleads directly into my ear.

“It’s a sex tape,” Seger blurts, as Zepp huffs in my ear.

“A sex tape?” I ask, looking over at Seger, who shrugs. “What’s so bad about that?”

“The both of us,” Zepp says in my ear.

My face blooms red at the thought of them together, someone in between them, on tape, but wait. “Together?” I ask, raising a brow. “LikeGame of Thronestogether?” I ask, looking between the two of them.

Seger rolls his eyes toward the ceiling. “Well, fucking not like that. I told you, New Girl…”

“We share everything,” Zepp whispers in my ear, still holding me tight to him. My feet, still dangling off the floor. The realization hits me like a ten-ton truck in a head on collision. Oh. My. God.

“Oh! Oh, the both of you and—”

“A very fucking lucky lady.” Seger nods his head. “Yeah, noGame of Thronesshit here just—”

“A twin sandwich?” I ask, with a weak smile.

Zepp snorts. “A friggin’ twin sandwich, she says.”

“Jesus, what other kinds of things will come out of your fucking mouth. So there, that’s what they have on us. That bitch recorded every second,” Seger grumbles.

“Who was it?” They hesitate for only a moment, having a weird voiceless conversation. Their eyebrows move up and down and their eyes connect.

Seger finally throws his hands in the air, huffing and puffing like the big, dangerous wolf.